Electronical stuff

There was someting else about this shopping center. They had loads of shops that sold electronical stuff. And I loved every single one of them. I always wanted something new stuff. And something for the new stuff. Maybe a cable. Or something else. I had plenty of time. The bus didnt leave for a while. So I wandered around looking for something new to my electronical stuff. The shops was shining bright towards me. Young, handsome men in red v-sweathers was waiting to trick someone.
But there was even something more about this shopping centre. There was one kind of people that didnt undestand that they should dress themselves into fancy clothes and hairstyles. The old, retired farmers had nothing else to do, but to be at the shopping centre, even them. They were lined up, broad and firm along the shops, with grey jackets and sixpences.
I found a shop that might have what I was looking for. But one of these pensioners was in my way.
-But how do I get more of these camerapixels, he asked.
I understood how this would get, turned around at the door and went on. I found a new shop. To find a new pensioner with a grey jacket at the desk.
-But howee, howee...
I turned again. Looked for a new shop. And found it. This had to be the one where I could find what I was looking for...no....not only one, but three of these pensioners were at the shop. One of them was hanging with his elbows over the desk. His behind took the rest of the space. He was staring out in the air, thinking hard.
-Broooooadbaaaand???? he asked.
-Yes, I recommend broadband now. Its a long time since we stopped selling isdn-equipment, the young man in a red v-sweather replied.
My eyes started looking for a café.

The shopping center

it was dark outside when I went from work. The automatic lock was humming behind me. I didnt quite understand this lock system. But I understood that the door was locked. And that I was unable to get inside again for tonight.
I looked up. Cold, small rain showered in a light way my face. I went along a street. The traffic was heavy. This place was not big. But it was always full of heavy traffic. I went to a shopping center. Went inside. To bright lights, music and voices. Adults that hasted back and forth. Children standing at some computer games. Youths hanging around. Everyone with fancy clothes, haircuts, young and old girls with sparkling makeup. All of it probably bought at the shopping center. It seemed like this shopping center was the heart of this place. Or maybe a kind of pacemaker that kept alive something new. New, fancy clothes. New stuff to buy. I kind of sensed that this place was different just a few years ago. Maybe just some farmers that walked around the fields. Then something sudden and unexpected must have happened. That made it modern with shopping center and heavy traffic. And people with the latest in makeup, haircuts and fancy clothes. It seemed like the people was struggling to adapt themselves to the new life. That they did everything to get away from the old farmer life. And the way was to buy as much as possible in the shortest amount of time in this shopping center.

Work at night

I called her. Asked if it was ok for me to work a little longer. She accepted it, but didn`t like it. A cleaner came in. She dried some dust here and there. But avoided my messy desk. I felt that I knew the cleaner better than the other people at work.
The room was so quiet at this time. I could only hear the swish from the pipes. And a silent twang.
This was difficult. To have a new job. So much new. I worked so slow. And at the same time I had this overwhelming urge to have a full overview. Down to the smallest detail.
I tried to work. It was so much undone in front of me.

At work

Someone knocked on the door. Someone was running. It was urgent. Preparation. To make sure that eveything was well prepared. Loads of paper on my desk. Out of the office. New rounds. Someone knocked on the door again. Maybe it was time to clear my desk. The paper was floating. It was important to get an overview. And cleaning my desk could be the way. Throw some of it in the garbage can. Put some others in a folder. Someone knocked on the door again. Out again and new rounds. Papers under my arm. Make sure a pen was in my pocket. And my keys. Make sure everything was well prepared.
Then it calmed down a bit. Summon for a meeting. Someone was talking. Others listening. Or did they? Faces that stared ahead at something that none could attach themselves to. Everyone wanted to go home. But I wanted myself back to the office. I wanted to work more, so that I was well prepared.